dj1
decorating
high altitude
over deep blue
bass
but you’re in the car
hear the
car park choir
you lost me
you lost me
clubbing
you lost me
your ginger
finger tracing
a synth pad
trembling
vocal as aged wine
and sure it’s
time you lost me
clubbing
or schmoozing
on Sunday
whatever
enters
your
imagined
mind
suddenly I
recognise
your face
in my hands
your
love
your breath
over my heart
as if this ambient
could go
on
and on